There’re so many people on this train.
And the more I see them, the more I realize what a bored fucking society we are. Lame, even. If I were a guest coming from another planet, seeing this would just make me pity them.
There’s this lady, talking to God knows who (probably herself), her voice louder than a bomb and pitch higher than the Empire State building. It pierces my ears with lovely grace.
Then there’s this guy sitting next to me- legs spread wide open, as if about to give birth- texting someone non stop. Someone I’d bet probably doesn’t even give a fuck if he texts or not; for he waits and waits and waits for an answer while looking at the window, and back at the screen -nothing- then back at the window again. There’s no answer coming, pal.
Oh there, here comes the lady with the snack cart. “Fuck you” written all over her face, yet instead she has to ask would you like something to drink? Everyone can see you hate your job, dear. But hey, don’t we all?
And for fucks sake, this train has more germs than a public bathroom full of shit. Why? There’s this old dude who keeps coughing like there’s no tomorrow (sadly probably not for him). Does he know there’s this thing called mouth cover? Or maybe even hands and arm? Hell no, that’s way too clean. He rather let that sneeze perfume the air and travel through our sits, right into our bodies.
There there, keep the volume up, motherfucker. We all love to hear what you’re watching on your phone. It’s so interesting.
Ah yes, then there’s me. The student who should be writing that essay due for Friday. Instead, im writing about these assholes.
I guess that makes me just as lame as them.
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